THE quivering of Eleand’s body was unstoppable. Zenus and Kharyn entered his room.
Kharyn moved to give him support.
“Don’t. He’ll survive this. Trust him.” Zenus halted her.
“No…” She started to sob when she saw how Eleand suffered.
“H-Help me…” Eleand pleaded. His eyes seemed to cry blood. The bleeding wouldn’t stop, along with his unruly mind—his skull started to rupture.
“Please, hold on.” Kharyn’s voice cracked.
Eleand wailed.
He saw it again. The remaining memories of the King after thousands of years…
Airoh gasped heavily and opened his eyes. He couldn’t move his body. Invisible magic contained him. Until he realized he was inside an iron box full of anti-magic runes. A young faerie peered down at him.
“Who are you?” he innocently asked.
“I’m Airoh, and who are you, young one?”